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Still one of the youngest mediums around, Ross Bartlett is renowned for his evidential and therapeutic approach in mediumship. He holds a Master of Science (MSc) in Consciousness, Spirituality, and Transpersonal Psychology, and is currently working on his PhD. Ross lives in the UK. rosswbartlett.com BODY, MIND & SPIRIT: Mediumship

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Meet Ross Bartlett, Earth Angel, the young psychic who is dedicating his time on this earth to proving the existence of the afterlife and healing those who are left behind. Ross has an extraordinary gift that few people share. This is the story of his incredible psychic talent and his rapid progression as a medium – from his first vision at the tender age of five to becoming the youngest known professional medium in the world at the age of sixteen. Ross has gathered a reputation for being possibly the world’s most evidential medium. He is known for his ability to give precise details of the spirits who contact him from the next life, proving their authenticity. This rare skill has enabled him to give messages of hope and comfort to thousands of people who are suffering from bereavement. Ross’s spiritual influences are from many cultures and he sees quantum physics as a pathway to understanding consciousness and his incredible psychic abilities. Whether giving one-to-one readings or demonstrating in front of large audiences, Ross delivers messages with immense compassion, clarity and sensitivity that are rare in our current world. His exceptional talent has generated enthusiastic media attention and his experiences have led him to seek to form a bridge between spirituality and science. Believing this is the way forward for humanity. Reading this book, you will find that Ross’s passion for reaching and helping as many people as possible will never die, and neither will the souls of all the people we love.

Earth Angel

“Sir, I have a gentleman here who says he passed with a heart condition…”


Earth Angel THE AMAZING T RU E S TO RY O F A YOUNG PSYCHIC

Ross Bartlett

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Š Ross Bartlett, 2013, 2017 The right of Ross Bartlett, to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1998. Revised, updated second edition, published by Findhorn Press, 2017 First published in Great Britain by Godsfield Press Ltd., 2013 ISBN 978-1-84409-720-3 All rights reserved. The contents of this book may not be reproduced in any form, except for short extracts for quotation or review, without the written permission of the publisher. A CIP record for this title is available from the British Library. Edited by Michael Hawkins Cover design by Richard Crookes Interior design by Damian Keenan Printed and bound in the European Union

Disclaimer The information in this book is given in good faith and is neither intended to diagnose any physical or mental condition nor to serve as a substitute for informed medical advice or care. Please contact your health professional for medical advice and treatment. Neither author nor publisher can be held liable by any person for any loss or damage whatsoever which may arise from the use of this book or any of the information therein.

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Dedication ......................................................................................................................  Introduction .................................................................................................................. 

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Psychic Awakening ....................................................................................................  Living with Spirits .....................................................................................................  The Spirit and the Glass .........................................................................................  Nain’s Vision ..................................................................................................................  New Beginnings ..........................................................................................................  The Psychic Circle .....................................................................................................  Nain’s Return ................................................................................................................  Psychic Development ..............................................................................................  Turning Professional ................................................................................................  Spirit Guides ..................................................................................................................  On The Road .................................................................................................................  The Missing Woman ................................................................................................  Keith’s Story ...................................................................................................................  The Lakota ......................................................................................................................  Healing Grief ................................................................................................................  Peculiar Spirits ..............................................................................................................  Secrets and Treasures ................................................................................................  When Dreams Come True ..................................................................................  Coincidence? The Past, Present And Future ...........................................  The Journey Continues .......................................................................................... 

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Further Information ................................................................................................  214 Acknowledgements ...................................................................................................  215

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G r e at S p i r i t, I n f i n i t e C o n sc i o u s n e ss ,

please hear me and please help me. My guides and helpers, spirit friends, please hear me, please help me. Please help me link up as strongly as possible to you in the spirit world. Help me to make as great of a connection and communication to the spirit world as possible. Help guide me during this demonstration. I ask that the messages people receive are the ones that need to be given for their healing and prosperity and are for the good of all those concerned. Please help me to give readings that focus on evidence and proof of survival, of names, road names, post codes, full addresses, personality descriptions, descriptions of physical body, conditions of passing, feelings, emotions, memory links, recent happenings in their life and the lives of their loved ones to show that spirit continues to watch over them, and lastly, things only the person receiving the reading and their loved one of the other side know of. Please help me for the good of the people, to bring them healing, to show them love, compassion and to awaken them from a spiritual slumber. Great spirit, my guides and ancestors, pity me, pity the people and help me to help my brothers and sisters.

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’m a medium, and I can’t think of any other job in which your personal performance is scrutinized quite so minutely. People judge you on your accuracy, how direct you are and how evidential – that’s the phrase I use to describe information of a very specific nature, relevant to the person for whom I’m ‘reading’. This is what my clients want when they approach a medium. A medium can’t rehearse beforehand – I address the public directly and I’m completely on the spot. So, why do I put myself in this position? What is it about the work that keeps me doing it, day in, day out? I’ve always tried to be the best medium I can be because I want to help people. It’s as simple as that. When I start a reading I like to go in straight away with a contact’s first name or, if not, the reason they passed when they did and the circumstances around it. I roll on from there: I describe their personality, then add the name of the road they lived on and the number on their front door. Details like those, straight from the spirit world, make the experience of mediumship real and emotional for so many people – they sit up and take notice. As I build the evidential links during a reading, my client’s expectations rise – the higher you raise the bar, the more he or she expects. And however well I do in one reading, my client expects me to be as good or even better next time. People come to spiritualist churches for my public demonstrations and book me for private readings when they want to ease their grief after the passing of a loved one and find greater clarity in their lives. Often 11

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emotions are running high. At such a time people need accuracy, and it’s my job to give it to them. I never forget that. I readily admit that my age and the tattoos make me stand out from the crowd. When I walk onto a stage I must seem a little different from most mediums. Many are aged between forty and sixty. As I write this second edition, I’m twenty-four, and have been giving readings since I was fourteen. I turned professional when I left school at sixteen and, as far as I’m aware, I’m still one of the youngest professional mediums in the world. At a time when most teenagers are thinking about going to university, how to get hold of the latest video game or where they’ll go on their next big night out, I was thrust into a world of spiritualist churches, private readings, amazing trips abroad and voyages of learning. Even though I’m only twenty-four, I’ve achieved, seen and heard so much in such a short space of time that I’ve hardly had time to take stock of the experiences that have shaped me. I’m writing the second edition of this book because I’d like to share with you some of those experiences and try to explain how so many different cultures and areas of knowledge are relevant to the way we think. I’ve been lucky: I’ve met so many amazing people and have been involved in situations that would make your hair stand on end. I’m a conduit, a link between the physical and spirit worlds, which are always connected, living side by side and influencing each other. An Earth Angel, if you will. I understand that my age and tattoos attract extra attention when I visit a spiritualist church for a demonstration. But I never worry about what people may think of me, generally people are very intrigued by my tattoos, all of which have a deep spiritual meaning and importance to me and my work. However, when I’m onstage, it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks as my mind is tuned in to do the best job I can. That’s why I say the prayer you read at the beginning before every demonstration and reading. It helps me to connect in the best possible way to the spirit world, to open the channels as wide as they can go so that I can give the best possible readings. 12

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Ritual is important to me and my work. It starts when I get up. I say a prayer, especially if I’m demonstrating that day. As I say it, I think about that day’s readings, and send out thoughts to help with them. I’ll ask for help from my spirit guides, my ancestors and the Great Spirit or Universal Consciousness. I’ll also make ‘prayer ties’: square pieces of cotton fabric that I fill with tobacco leaf. We all know what tobacco has become in Western society but Native Americans consider it a sacred herb. When I make my ties I send out prayers and intentions in the belief that what I put out there, I’ll get back. That’s one of my key beliefs. It’s at the core of my meditations: what you put out into the universe, you will get back. I wear my prayer ties around my neck when I do a demonstration. Once I get to a spiritualist church, I find a quiet place – it might be a room behind the stage. There, I’ll say some more prayers and meditate to get my mind into that special place, and to make a good strong connection to the spirit world. Then, and only then, I’m ready to face the audience. The audience who expect so much from me, and have seen me develop from a nervous teenager into a young man who is completely at one and connected with the spirit world, the Great Spirit and divine consciousness. The patterns and symbols on my arms, neck and back give me focus, empathy and love for the individuals in the crowd. Standing on that stage, I’m ready: I’m in the zone and feel fully connected to the spirit world. It’s time to get to work.

z I need to be able to access that zone quickly, whatever the situation and wherever I appear. Recently I was asked to do an interview for a community radio station. I’m always more than happy to share my knowledge, especially with those who are cynical about mediumship, and because I enjoy media work and believe that I should be as open as possible about 13

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my calling, I had no qualms about doing the interview. To me, the spirit world should be available to everyone so that they can benefit from it. At the station’s headquarters I met the DJ, Imran, who was going to interview me. He wanted a bit of a chat before we went on air. When he’d first contacted me, he’d also asked if I could do a reading for him, perhaps because he wanted to check me out and see for himself what I was about. ‘Very nice to meet you, Ross,’ he said, smiling and shaking my hand in the reception area. ‘I’ve heard some of your other radio interviews and read some magazine articles about you and I must say I’m very impressed. You know, even some of the places that are usually very negative about your sort of work only had positive things to say about you.’ As opening lines go, that wasn’t bad, especially from someone who wanted a reading before he talked to me on his radio show. Maybe Imran wasn’t as cynical as I’d thought he would be. In fact he was very friendly, and as he led me into his office he told me more about why he wanted me on his show. ‘I’ve seen a lot of mediums in the media, but your age makes you stand out, makes you more interesting. You’re a lot different from what I imagined.’ I hear that often, and if my age and tattoos make me stand out there’s not a lot I can do about it. But it can be an advantage not to fit the stereotype. If my youth and appearance make people want to talk to me, give me an opportunity to help them understand the spirit world, put them in touch with special people who have passed over and open their minds a little, I’m fine with it. When we got into his office Imran became a little more guarded. He explained that, although he had been born into Islam, he had no strong religious or spiritual leanings and certainly didn’t believe in an afterlife. He was due to interview me on air shortly, and I realized I was about to undergo a sort of test – if I impressed him the interview would go well. We sat down, and immediately he moved his chair in front of mine to sit as close to me as he could without feeling uncomfortable. Some 14

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people think that the closer they are to me, the harder I’ll find it to deduce things from their body language. I once saw a sceptic do that with a medium on TV: he said he wanted to be as close to the medium as possible so that the medium couldn’t tell if he was fidgeting or betraying emotion when he asked him a question. Imran was the same. His rigid sitting position and expressionless face told me he was going to try to make the reading as difficult for me as he could. Many sceptics don’t understand that body language or position doesn’t matter during a reading. It has no effect on how clearly I can contact the spirit world. Mediumship is not about reading someone’s mind or looking for clues in a raised eyebrow or a slight upturn of the lips, or even how someone answers a question. It has nothing to do with any of those things. It’s about the spirits coming through, my connection to them and, of course, what they’re saying in relation to the person sitting in front of me. That’s how mediums can give readings remotely, or use psychometry (touching an object owned by a particular person and divining information about them through the item) to good effect. Sceptics think that mediumship is reliant on carefully placed, leading questions, body language and a subject’s answers. If you ask enough of the right kind of questions, you get the right kind of answers. That’s the theory, but it isn’t the way I work. That’s why I like to start any reading with evidential information: it dispels the notion that I must be getting it from the sitter, and it proves I don’t work from body language or facial expression. Imran was trying his best not to give anything away. Almost as soon as we were both comfortable I was immediately aware of three people coming through to talk to him. People often ask how I make contact with people who have passed. Is it a feeling? An image? A sound? An emotion? The best way I can describe it is like this: when you’re in a crowd – maybe at a station or an airport – and you’re waiting for someone you know to emerge from the exit, your eyes move around, looking for that person to appear. When you spot them, the 15

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rest of the crowd sort of melts away. It’s exactly like that: a pull to a particular person. When I’m doing a public demonstration with lots of people in one room and I’m confident that my connection to the spirit world is solid, I become aware of spirits stepping forward and making themselves known to me, helping to guide me to a particular person in the crowd. Once I’m connected to a spirit, I’m suddenly linked to their thoughts and can recognize when they’re focused on someone. I feel what they feel; I see what they see; I hear what they hear. I’m at one with the spirit. It’s different when I’m doing a reading for one person because there isn’t a crowd to wade through, but the concept is almost the same – I feel or see someone step forward in my mind, plug into what they’re feeling and convey what they want to say. In that instance it was just me and Imran, sitting facing each other. A spirit makes himself or herself known in various ways. Sometimes it’s with a feeling, at other times I might hear a voice or even see the spirit in my mind. That’s when I can start to ask them questions and get answers that only the sitter will know about. That was what it was like with Imran. It’s interesting when you read for someone from a traditionally non-British culture because the customs are different and perhaps memories are slightly different from what I’m used to. The spirits may convey images and details that are different culturally. And let’s not forget language. They may not have spoken English while they were here in physical form, so the names are very different-sounding and sometimes they can be hard to hear clearly. Sometimes my mind, which always wants to make sense of anything it hears or sees, even changes them to something I understand better in my language – a name from a different culture might change to Harold, for instance, even though it’s not Harold at all, just the closest thing my mind can grasp. But these three people were coming through clearly. There were two men and a woman. I was aware that one man was coming through more strongly than the others. Thanks to feelings and images he was showing me, I also became aware that he seemed to have had prob16

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lems with breathing and digesting. As the contact continued it became evident that he had had cancer, which had spread throughout his body. Even so, the images and feelings he was showing me made him sound like a strong, stern character. I relayed all this to Imran and he nodded silently. That’s the way I like to conduct readings. However painful or joyous the information that comes through from the spirits I contact, I always put forward the evidential information to everyone for whom I give readings. It helps to break the ice and the subject sees straight away that there is more to mediumship than they’d thought. Despite the initial hit, Imran was still in stoic mode. ‘The gentleman says he was really frustrated at not being able to get up and move around during his final months, and that during the last two weeks of his time here he deteriorated very quickly,’ I told him. ‘Yes,’ Imran said. ‘He’s telling me about his home, and that it was in the country away from the city. He’s saying that you and your family would visit him there.’ ‘Yes,’ he said again, accompanied by the merest suggestion of a nod. ‘The gentleman is showing me he had a moustache. And he’s telling me about a black-and-white photograph in the family, a photograph of his immediate family.’ ‘Correct.’ There was a pause. I’ve done enough readings to know that Imran’s current demeanour couldn’t last for ever, and there would come a time when he would show me how he was feeling. Information about family members who have passed can melt the stoniest exteriors. ‘Yes, correct,’ he said again. ‘It sounds just like my uncle. He died of cancer and those last two weeks were a really horrible time for my family.’ Imran was beginning to engage in the reading, and as I continued he lost his poker face. I could see that he was shocked. Here was a man who had no spiritual or religious beliefs, yet I was bombarding him with in17

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formation that only the man with whom I was in contact, Imran and his family could know about. ‘The gentleman is bringing forward a lady,’ I continued, ‘and she wants to be acknowledged in a motherly fashion. But I get this feeling with her. This feeling of impact. That’s the only way I can describe it. Impact. Like she said she was hit by something …’ ‘Yes.’ Imran nodded. His shoulders – which had been so proud and straight only minutes before – had hunched, and his face seemed pleading. His eyes were misted with emotion. ‘My mother … She died after being hit by a car.’ The bond between mother and son is very strong, and many of my clients become emotional when their mother comes through. This woman was showing herself to be very kind and caring. She had dedicated her life to helping others, and it was little wonder that the thought of her was tugging at Imran’s heartstrings. And it wasn’t just Imran with whom this contact was resonating: his mother was shedding a tear or two at being able to communicate with her son. Even spirits can be overwhelmed at being in contact with a loved one from the other side. From their perspective, the ‘other side’ is the physical world that we live in. ‘She’s giving me a name … the name Hussain? And she’s asking if she can bring forward another gentleman with the name Hussain. He’s saying that he passed because of a heart-attack, but the name Hussain had been passed down through the family. The uncle carried this name too. Can you understand the name Hussain, Imran?’ ‘Yes! Yes, I can,’ he said enthusiastically. ‘Hussain is my family name, and my middle name.’ ‘OK, good. That makes perfect sense,’ I replied. ‘The gentleman is now showing me a link with the armed forces. Definitely the armed forces. He’s letting me know how proud he was of what he achieved when he was in this world. I get this feeling of strength, of real masculinity, with him.’ ‘Yes … This is really ringing a bell. Can you tell me what else he’s saying?’ 18

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‘He’s giving me more names … Hassan, Fatma, Hamza, Nadia and the Islamic version of Mary …’ ‘Yes!’ Imran smiled, relaxing back into his chair. ‘I have relatives with those names.’ I paused to receive the next piece of the puzzle, trying to let the feelings and images settle in my head before I could relay them. ‘The gentleman is showing himself in my mind going up to you and giving you a clip around the ear.’ Imran laughed. ‘He’s saying that whenever he wanted to get your attention or tease you when you were a little boy he’d go up behind you and give you a playful clip, and have a few words with you in a humorous way.’ Imran nodded, still smiling and totally relaxed now. ‘He’s saying that even though he’d give you a clip, he’d always kiss your cheek afterwards.’ ‘You’re right,’ Imran said, shaking his head. ‘He really did do that. It was all part of the banter. Our relationship was quite a playful one, but he was always very loving. I can’t believe it. Here I am, a man who doesn’t believe in the afterlife, communicating to three deceased family members!’ He couldn’t believe the amount of detail he had just heard from three of the most important people in his life, all of them in the spirit world. The uncle who had died from cancer, his caring mother who had passed because of a motor accident, and the man who would give him a playful clip, followed by a kiss. This is the type of relationship any man would recognize, the type of activity that stays with someone for the rest of their lives, becomes a cherished memory and is passed down through the generations. That last man was Imran’s father.

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was five when I had my first contact with a person in spirit. I remember it so well; it almost feels like yesterday. Most five-year-old boys are tearing about the house, playing with their toys and existing in a happy, innocent world of their own. My world comprised my grandparents and my mum. We all lived in the same house, and were busy doing our usual things: my grandfather watching his beloved football, my grandmother – I called her ‘Nain’, pronounced ‘nine’, the Welsh for ‘Nan’ – cooking, cleaning or reading her magazines, and my mum out working. This was the world I knew. There had been no real shocks or surprises or any strange occurrence in my family home; no uninvited guests, nothing out of place. At least until that one evening. I was lying on the bed in my mum’s room, with its pink wallpaper, huge wardrobes and portable TV perched on the bedside table. There’s something about your parents’ bed when you’re a child – it’s so vast and comfortable that you can’t resist rolling around on it, stretching out and not being able to touch the edges with your arms or legs. It feels huge. Lying on my mum’s bed made me feel closer to her and the adult world. I switched on the TV. There were only four channels on that portable set – BBC 1, BBC 2, ITV and Channel 4. Changing channels, pushing buttons. Bored, bored, bored. I decided to go downstairs and see what my grandfather was doing. I switched off the TV, headed towards the door and turned off the light. 20

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As I was walking through the doorway I stopped. Something was wrong. Or different. In the twilight I saw that, behind me, the TV was still on, its fluorescent glare illuminating the room. That’s funny, I thought. I know I turned it off. I scrunched up my face, puzzled. Like most children of that age, I didn’t think about the whys and wherefores. I’d simply switch it off again. Push more buttons. And if it didn’t work, I’d move on to something else. But as I turned back into the room and approached the TV, I realized it wasn’t showing the channel I had been watching when I’d turned it off. It was hissing – an eerie noise – and blurred black-and-white lines were running across the screen, the picture you get when you haven’t selected a channel. This was odd: if I hadn’t turned it off, surely it would still be on the channel I’d been watching. I stared at it for a few moments, as it hummed in its own hypnotic way, then reached out a hand to turn it off again. I pushed the button and the noise stopped. The TV’s gone wrong. Time to go downstairs and see my granddad. I turned away from the TV and saw a woman standing at the end of the bed, looking at me. Not in a quizzical way, or a threatening way, not even in a happy way. She was simply looking at me with a neutral expression. Now, at that stage in my life I knew only a few women – my mum and my grandmother being the main ones – and this one, standing at the end of my mum’s bed, was neither of them. There was something about her I couldn’t place, and a sense that she didn’t belong washed over me. Not just in our house, but in that period of time. She didn’t wear the same sort of clothes as my mum wore, or any of the women I saw hurrying along the street. Her hair was different too. I’d watched enough television to know how people dressed. The white dress that woman was wearing seemed old-fashioned, with buttons right to the neckline. Her light brown hair was tied neatly in a little bun, and she had a round, kind face. She looked older than my mum but younger than my grandmother, and I noticed a pretty black brooch pinned to the left side of her dress. 21

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I had no idea how she had appeared or what and who she was. When you’re five you can’t explain something like that. I could’ve told you about characters on TV and my mum or grandmother. Pretty. Ugly. Tall. Short. Long dress, short dress. Happy face, sad face. Yet this woman was not a ghost, or not as I imagined a ghost might look like. This person from the spirit world – for I know now that this was what she was – appeared to me like a real person, with a solid form that eclipsed the wardrobe behind her. I could not see through her. Thanks to TV and the movies, we think of ghosts as shimmery, almost transparent figures. This woman was as solid as solid could be. And I wasn’t frightened. Transfixed, I just stared at her staring at me. We didn’t speak, just gazed at each other for what seemed like half an hour, but in reality was probably about ten seconds. I remember being intrigued and open. At that age our fears can be difficult to put into words. But I wasn’t afraid: I hadn’t been conditioned to fear interaction with anyone unfamiliar, including a person who had passed over. I experienced that woman as a real person, and she certainly didn’t feel like a threatening presence. In fact, there was a real sense of calm in the atmosphere, and a sense of … I couldn’t put my finger on it at the time, but now I can identify it as compassion and love. Just as I was getting used to the spirit-visitor beside my mum’s bed, she started to fade. There was a black coat hanging on the wardrobe behind her, and it became more and more visible. As she grew transparent, the coat and the wardrobe came more into focus until, finally, she was gone. Naturally I was full of childish curiosity, and as soon as she had disappeared, I bounded downstairs with a spring in my step. Nain was reading a newspaper, so I snuck in next to her. ‘There was a lady in Mum’s bedroom.’ ‘Are you sure, love? Mum’s not in. It couldn’t have been her.’ ‘No, it wasn’t Mum. There was a lady standing at the end of the bed. She looked nice.’ ‘Oh, that’s good. If she looked nice there’s probably nothing to worry about.’ My grandmother was reassuring and matter-of-fact. 22

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At that age I wasn’t full of deep, meaningful questions. I didn’t try to analyze the situation, just accepted it for what it was: a woman had appeared in my mum’s bedroom and Nain had said there was nothing to worry about. ‘Okay,’ I said, as young children do when they switch from one subject to the next. ‘I’ll go and watch the football.’ ‘Good boy.’ She smiled. And that was what I did. Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re wondering why I wasn’t full of questions, why I didn’t want to understand what had just happened. All I can say is that if that experience happened to me now, without everything that had taken place subsequently in my life, I would’ve been full of questions. My grandmother wouldn’t have been able to get a word in edgeways. But I was five and had no words to express what I had seen except in the simplest terms. I do remember thinking, as I sat with my grandfather watching the football match, that the person who had shown herself to me wasn’t a normal woman. But that was fine. Not normal was okay with me, especially if she was as kind as she looked. Now I know from her dress that she was possibly Victorian – maybe she had even lived in our house: it had been built in that era. I thought about it some more. Where could she have come from? I didn’t think she could have just walked through the big door downstairs. What about a window? No, it was dark and I knew Nain shut all the windows when it was dark. So, where could she have come from? At that age I had a very basic understanding that a person who had died went to Heaven. I’d got that from my Nain, who was very spiritual. Like most children of that age, I didn’t really understand the concept of dying. A relative might be there one minute and gone the next. If I asked where Nain’s father was, she told me he was in Heaven with the angels. That’s what parents and grandparents tell us. Could that woman beside mum’s bed have come from Heaven? If she hadn’t come through the big door downstairs or the windows, she might have come from Heaven. It wasn’t something I knew for sure, but I had a strong feeling that that was 23

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where she had come from. I was comfortable with that explanation. It felt right. What I didn’t know was that this was to be the first of several contacts with the spirit world throughout the coming years. I was a normal child doing normal things in a stable and happy home, but things were beginning to change in other parts of my life. Throughout my childhood I kept the memory of the spirit-visitor at the end of Mum’s bed stored at the back of my mind, but it had no more significance to me than a sticker I received on my fourth birthday. I went to nursery that day and the staff laid on some little cakes and party hats, as they did for each of the children on their birthdays. Aside from the cakes, hats and singing ‘Happy Birthday’, they gave me a sticker to celebrate my special day. It had a big number four on it, and a picture of a giraffe. But there was something about that sticker, something that made me smile and feel that I was king of the world. I stuck it on the headboard of my bed, where it stayed until I was eleven. It’s funny how when you’re a kid even the smallest things can seem the biggest and best in the world. And everything is relative – the sticker was just as memorable to me as my sighting of the spirit at the end of Mum’s bed.

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The Psychic Circle

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hat should I do now?’ I asked the medium, after the meditation workshop. ‘You need to find yourself a circle.’ She smiled, warmly. ‘A group of people who sit together with one express purpose: to help someone develop whatever gifts and abilities they might have. It’s almost like a very intimate school.’ I was fourteen and had attended just two meditation gatherings. Even though they had been a success, I had the impression that I lacked full control over the thoughts and images. Although the medium was guiding us through the meditations and I was putting some questions to whoever or whatever I happened to come across in my visualizations, I still wasn’t quite sure what to do when I got to that state. As the number of my experiences grew, I started to wonder if there was a way I could guide myself into the meditative state, tap into any psychic energy faster, and whether I could direct conversations with the spirits I met to get sharper, more accurate information from them. ‘So, what do you say, Ross? How do you feel about joining a circle? It might do wonders for your abilities. You could really develop them once you’re in one.’ I wanted to say yes, but there was a problem: the church had strict rules and guidelines when it came to age. I was simply too young to join one. That was where Mum stepped in. She’d been with me at every workshop, every demonstration and every trip to a spiritualist church. She 59

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was still waiting for contact with Nain, but my sudden rapid development had taken over. Now she had to fight my corner with the church so that I could join a circle. The first thing to do was to find out who was running the show, and because we were familiar faces around the place now, that didn’t take long. His name was Cliff, and he became the most important person in my early spiritual development. He was in his seventies, always very friendly, with an approachable, encouraging manner, and he often chaired meetings when the regular medium wasn’t available. One day Mum introduced herself to him. It seemed I was getting a bit of a reputation in the church because he had heard of my progress. When we met, I told him what had happened during my meditations and that I had been told to find a circle. There was no time to waste so I asked him straight out whether there was any chance of joining one of the circles at the church. ‘I’m not sure, Ross,’ he said. ‘You’re so young and the church has strict rules on that sort of thing. The only way I could see you joining one is if your mum was with you. I’ll have to go away and think about it.’ Cliff had a reputation for being opinionated and a bit of a rule-breaker. Although he had a kind face and was open and friendly, we had heard stories about his straight talking and willingness to take risks. Apparently his personality and approach hadn’t always sat comfortably with the other church members. Luckily for us, his maverick side shone through and he informed me that I was free to join a circle, as long as Mum accompanied me as chaperone to every meeting and kept a close eye on me. I attended my first circle at the church and it was a lot like the meditation sessions I had been to, but because there were only six or seven of us, it had an intimacy that hadn’t existed there. As before, I was the youngest member by far, but again this didn’t bother me. By this stage I knew a few people, so I felt at ease and, as Cliff sat down and took charge, quite excited. I had no idea what would happen in these meetings and couldn’t wait to get started. First he asked what everyone present had experienced. When I reeled off my experiences at Nain and Grandfather’s house, as well as all that 60

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had happened in the meditation sessions, Cliff raised both eyebrows. ‘Wow!’ He chuckled. ‘That really is quite something!’ We had a bit of laugh – they weren’t used to having a fourteen-year-old in their circle, especially not one who had experienced so many random events. I laughed because it had been a crazy journey for me. I wasn’t sure how I’d got there but I was sitting in a psychic circle. It was like being in some secret club, and it was difficult to get my head around. I didn’t feel pressured because they were all nice people and the meditations I had done had been pleasant experiences. They hadn’t scared me … they were actually very relaxing. But I still wanted answers. I wanted to know how far I could take this, and I had a feeling the circle would help me and that it was the best place to find out. Cliff guided us in a short, basic meditation, the like of which I was now familiar with. Even during the warm-up I was getting feelings coming through. Feelings of presences observing me. I didn’t know who they were or what they were doing there, but I was soon to learn. Cliff made sure of that. After that first circle meeting at the church, Cliff called to tell me that he wanted to start a private circle at his home and that I was more than welcome to join in. This meant breaking away from the church. It turned out that he had had a falling-out with some of the members – his bluntness had rubbed a few people up the wrong way – and wanted to move the circle somewhere else. I’m sure this move didn’t help his cause, but I liked his no-nonsense manner and decided to accept his offer, although I was grateful to the church for everything it had introduced me to. It didn’t matter to me or the rest of us where we meditated or went through our exercises. It made sense to go with Cliff. He had been good to me so far and encouraged me whenever he could, and he had also bent a few rules to allow me to join the circle. When I turned up at his house, I discovered that he’d turned his garage into a room fitted out specifically for the circle. There it was: a dedicated place for us to learn in. There was a table in the centre of the 61

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